After only a token smattering of attitude -- housed mainly in her large, ever-expressive eyes -- she hooked a leg around his waist and pushed off the mattress with one hand. Buffy quickly assumed the upper hand that Jack had as good as impressed upon her, drumming a playful beat with her fingers on his chest.

"Strudel. Toaster Strudel. Think...oh, an apple turnover but toasterable. And with little packages of icing you spread yourself. Pillsbury."